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27 May 2006 @ 01:24 am
"so she turns on herself" Rita/Sybill, PG  
Title: so she turns on herself
Ship: Rita/Sybill
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~500
Warnings: character death
Summary: An ending to an era of many dinners.
Prompt: one last dinner (7spells)


SO SHE TURNS ON HERSELF

I receive her letter by owl, which is a simple task that has become so much more dangerous these days. Her letter is not as decadently written as in previous times, her green ink left blotches at the beginnings of sentences, her adjectives are not as extravagant. The letter feels empty and doesn't say much, and I cannot even read between the lines to see what she means. Sybill is asking me to dinner, and in her last two adjectives I read everything I need to read. One last dinner.

I don't know what she means by this, but I feel I should. One last dinner, an ending to an era of many dinners, of evenings dimmed to nights in the flat over the Hog's Head Inn. Of days of freelance and broken crystal balls, skinning potatoes and checking the slow-cooking roast, drinking too much already before the hors d'ouevres are placed on the table. Those days fade to no more, to archives of old editorials and threadbare scarves, with her last three words.

The words could be opening doors to mornings together, to coffee and sizzling bacon, or to sandwiches in Sybill's cramped classroom with the sounds of students passing below, a chilled pitcher of pumpkin juice between the two of us. Or maybe they don't open doors.

The owl dies on the ledge with its head beneath its wing, and I bury it by hand at the small park near my house.

Magic doesn't feel right anymore.

--

She has dinner prepared when I arrive, and I say nothing to her about the words she chose because I know she will discuss it in time. I always know with Sybill, it's a sixth sense or a long series of incredibly lucky guesses.

Sybill has an old record playing on the phonograph she keeps in her room, and it plays strange, foreign songs on a wrongly-tuned mandolin. She shuffles from her classroom with her pink teacups, trailing the scent of her perfume and her gauzy scarves like the wake of a dream-conjured boat.

We haven't said a word except in greeting, and the tense silence grows far worse when she begins crying into her soup.

"I've had the Grim for days," she explains, dabbing at her eyes with my napkin. "And Hogwarts is so lonely without students to teach! The war destroyed everything! The magic is gone from the world! It would be better if I were not here!"

She has had no one to predict death upon since Harry Potter died, so she turns on herself.

"This is the last dinner, then."

"The one last dinner," she says, and kisses me. We pass her crystal balls, full to the brim with moonlight and predictions yet to be seen as we stumble toward her room through the incense haze.

Sybill dies the next morning with her head beneath a paisley scarf, and I write her obituary with my father's fountain pen but do not publish it.

Nothing feels right anymore.

fin
 
 
 
Antosha Chekhonte: Damnmickawber on May 28th, 2006 02:47 am (UTC)
Damn, girl.

You're writing lovely, moody, thoughtful, sad, morbid fics just now aren't you?

The idea of a reflective, sad Rita is... disturbing. In a good way.

Nice work again. If I use the word Chekhovian :points at user name: would that make sense to you?
i feel real weird for you: harry & hedwig (or rly?)mondayagain on May 28th, 2006 02:55 am (UTC)
Russian writer whose dramas ... concern the inability of humans to communicate with one another.

it does when i research a bit. :>

you are definitely the greatest reviewer, and i am always honored when you comment.
Antosha Chekhontemickawber on June 2nd, 2006 03:34 am (UTC)
Research is always good. ;-)

And thanks. But your writing earns the reviews, you know. ;-)
i feel real weird for youmondayagain on June 19th, 2006 03:36 am (UTC)
i dance in the rainistalksnape on May 28th, 2006 04:12 am (UTC)
Sybill dies the next morning with her head beneath a paisley scarf, and I write her obituary with my father's fountain pen but do not publish it.

Oh, this is beautiful. You wrote these two so v. well. I love the way you write from Rita's brain.
i dance in the rainistalksnape on May 28th, 2006 04:15 am (UTC)
I submitted this sooner than I wanted.

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The simple relationship you show in this, and the way you have Sybill dab her eyes with Rita's napkin. Details like that make me gush. ♥
i feel real weird for you: *squee*mondayagain on May 28th, 2006 06:01 am (UTC)


i've been imagining a rita/sybill relationship for awhile now, but i'm never sure if i want to write them as friends or as sexual partners, so in this one i kind of made it sexual out of sybill's desperation and mebbe rita has been holding a seekrit love for sybill. or something.

but i'm glad you like it! this 7spells thing is the best thing i've ever signed up for.
i'm just a painter: Miranda BW TeenyTextmoogle62 on May 28th, 2006 05:02 pm (UTC)
Ooh, wow. I loved all the description at the beginning - I'm a sucker for well-written description type things.

And your Rita is melancholy and it works!

I really did like this. There isn't enough Rita/Sybill around...
i feel real weird for you: *squee*mondayagain on May 29th, 2006 02:24 am (UTC)


there definitely isn't enough rita/sybill, and i just think they're perfect together! i have 6 more fics in the works for these two, however, so there will be more fic for them! :))
Nikkixxrupturexx on June 2nd, 2006 08:20 pm (UTC)
I don't like either of them, yet my heart still broke. You have the most beautiful style. Haven't read something this good in a long time, so thanks for refreshing me.
i feel real weird for you: (towards open fields and morning)mondayagain on June 2nd, 2006 08:58 pm (UTC)
thank you so much! i never really liked Trelawney until i wrote this--i felt sorry for what i was doing to her! :>
Feather Quill: Ritafeatherxquill on June 3rd, 2006 07:36 pm (UTC)

This is fantastically beautiful. Sad and haunting and perfect.
i feel real weird for youmondayagain on June 4th, 2006 04:30 am (UTC)
Thank you very much. :D
chinicegu: pic#113889089chinicegu on July 21st, 2012 07:26 pm (UTC)